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At this halfway point, the fifth of ten episodes, things happened, butbigthings didnt happen, right?
Some things were sort of resolved, but nothinghugewasresolved.
Looking ahead, though, somethings gotta come crashing down at the end of all this, right?
Something huge, like Dannys campaign, Bunnys business, Danny and Sheilas marriage, all of the above?
Thats the vibe Im getting.
But Im also getting ahead of myself.
Lets Agree to Disagree opens in unexpected fashion, with a focus on Bunny.
Box since shes technically without a permanent, official residential address.
Speaking of not thrilled, Bunnys got to contend next with Sheila and her never-ending list of asks.
Todays request: Shooting her much-dreamed-about aerobics video at Body by Bunny.
Im not turning my class into a home videotape, Bunny insists.
Imblah-blahing Sheilas self-empowerment pitch because it rings a little hollow and forced and made-up to me.
It could also be due to the fact that I dont think Sheila buys what shes selling, either.
I mean, thats much of modern womanhood distilled down to a single sentence, right?
Is anyone else starting to suspect that Tyler is actually their low-key fave on this show?
Back at home, Sheila is having a much easier time refusing to take no for an answer.
(She also notes that she doesnt like eating all that food.)
(Go, Sheila!)
Im shallow; thats what you think?
(Dude, not to brag no!
Because women can brag too and also Im sorry for assuming that you, reader, are a dude!
but I called this about Jerrylast week.)
Theyre all staring at you, you heifer, she tells herself.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
(I will dime-store-psychology Sheila by pointing out that she felt the fear and did it anyway!
She faked it til she maked it!)
I think it was renting) a VCR to make it watch the footage.
People need to choose sides!
(Shes sublimating her ego, needs, and desires for him; shes Pat Nixon!)
Everybody hates everything til they dont, he tells her.
(Shed hate-fuck him, is what Im trying to say.)
My husband and I literally both said, What the fuuuuck …?
at the exact same time in the exact same way.
It is so bizarre.
Tyler and Sheila have opposite, gendered reactions.
Then again, I hate myself for saying I hate myself; thats Gretaspeak!
Oy, the layers on this show, Ill tell ya.)
(Two steps forward, one step back.
Instead, she makes it home in one piece and tells the babysitter to … what was that?
Throw a rock at the neighbors dog?
(yo, somebody fill me in!
